The concerned wife literally paralyzed with fear, carefully chooses her words as she knows where it has led before. "Where have you been, I've been worried about you" she squeaks. The husband flies into a drunken rage, tearing up the house and spewing vile insults while smacking her across the face before he retires to their bedroom to pass out.

As the battered wife sits on the couch with ice on her face, she recalls the days when they dated, and how he was a good man with noble intentions and values. "If he could only stop drinking" she asks herself. "Maybe if I were a better wife, or tried a little harder things might be different." "Where did I go wrong," is the last thought that passes through her mind before she nods off from exhaustion.